text. @Blade

[prizeneck]

currently looking for someone familiar with weaponry and comms tech
namely monomolecular films or something similar
and a connection from this communication system to a pair of sunglasses which may already have the interface installed

[What. babby's first network post and no hi? no thanks? sheesh.

Also, be aware that he's using voice-to-text and our lovely Siri may fuck it up because we all know how dictation tech goes.]

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[prizeneck]

[give him a second]

what do you mean you can't cook

[cadeuces]

Oh, I'm an absolute disaster in the kitchen. 😊
I can make a few basic things from home out of sheer stubbornness.
I can grill sausages and manage a stew over a campfire so no one has to suffer MREs too terribly long.
But otherwise, I'm not very good at much of anything else, and I've never had the time to learn or anyone to teach me.

( She was a war orphan, after all. One who led a privileged life after it, surely, but still one that never had a mother to teach her the simplest of things like not boiling milk or how to season pork chops or fish. She thought baking was even more complicated and didn't even bother trying, even though it's likely a better fit for her with the chemistry knowledge and her necessity for exact measurements.

Is that really what he wanted to ask her, though? Just incredulousness that she couldn't cook? )

[prizeneck]

[You underestimate his ability to care about that kind of thing.]

book some time off and meet me here

[ping]

i'll teach you

[cadeuces]

( Perhaps, but truly, Mams, where does "learning how to cook" fit into the schedule of a teenager cramming medical courses at a masters level at some fancy European boarding school where she was fed well? Nowhere, that's where. Now she's 37 years old and only just beginning to learn from others in this place.

The statement instead of just being an offer makes her laugh on the other end. Maybe it's his way of paying her back for all the food she's shared with him over the months. )

I'll message Baptiste, then, and see you in about thirty minutes.

[prizeneck]

[The same way a child who had training 14 hours a day, Angela. You got
no excuse.

But anyway.

No harm in learning later. ]

bring these

[Ping! A list of ingredients. Time to learn how to make fried rice and eggs and baked salmon.]

[cadeuces]

( Her excuse is she had a bougie boarding school in Switzerland feeding her, rendering it null. That gave her like 4 more hours to study. Who needs a full 8 of sleep? Not her, never her.

Certainly no harm in learning now, from a blind man, who wields a deadly sword like. All the time. He must be really great at cutting fancy vegetables, right? No, but truly, she's interested to see how he works and how he teaches, when she's the one underfoot. )

Understood. Anything you'd like to drink that will go well with what you've planned? Any particular teas, juices? Fruits for a dessert smoothie? I can at least do those.

( She already knows no alcohol; she remembers the way he'd looked at anyone drinking it before. Aaaaaaaaand she's at the market in short enough order. Quickly quickly! )

[prizeneck]

[Actually no. His food always looks like someone had just spat it out.

Tastes fucking delicious enough for his team to cheer when he cooks, though. Once you disregard the hideous look of it bad plating, it's a party for the palate.]

no need
i've got tea and miso here

[cadeuces]

( Oh Mams... Maybe they can be beneficial to one another in that, at least. She's sure to some degree he largely doesn't care how it looks when he can't even see it, but maybe it will be nice for him to know how others interpret it. In case he ever wanted to impress someone else. (Hah.)

Still, color her excited. She's had a couple idle offers before, but none that have yet to pan out. She wants to learn. )

Right, then I'll at least cover dessert.
Unless you don't like chocolate...?

( It's all the hint he gets. It's literally just going to be sipping chocolate, but that's decadent enough, isn't it? )